5.18.01

Two great words I won’t remember in a week:

chivy–to tease or annoy with persistent attacks

desiccate–to drain of emotional or intellectual vitality

11:40 a.m.

5.17.01

Years ago, I worked at my campus newspaper and used to get letters from inmates. (I think there’s a law that allows them free postage to write the press.) The letters were all written in pencil, and many of THEM had RANDOMLY capitalized WORDS, which the author further emphasized by going over them again and again until there were word-shaped holes in the page. Every inmate wanted a female pen pal, so they provided vital stats:

“I like romantic evenings with a beautiful woman where we could go on a picnic and listen to some Tini (sic) Marie. I also like to visit museums, like the La Brea Tard (sic) Pits.”

Wistful now? You wish you had an inmate penpal of your very own, don’t you? Well, I’m here for you. Jail Babes, “A Pen-Pal and Singles Introduction Service.” Enjoy.

10:17 a.m.

5.16.01

Another reason to read more international news: “Monkey Man Hysteria Grips New Delhi Suburbs” “‘It was a monkey alright, and about four foot tall, but as soon as I grabbed it, it turned itself into a cat with tawny, glowing eyes,’ the newspaper quoted a resident as saying.”

Update: This article has pictures!
“Deepali Kumari, from Noida, said: ‘It has three buttons on its chest. One makes it turn into a monkey, the second gives it extra strength, the third makes it invisible.
‘He touches a lock and it breaks. But he is afraid of the light.’” (via MetaFilter)

11:18 a.m.

5.15.01

The Slate’s intelligent spread on the Decline of Fashion Photography. I’m tired of fashion magazines trying so hard to be hip that they forget to be inspiring. (via MetaFilter)

10:38 a.m.

The Icy Hot Stunaz homepage includes a photo of the Freeze “pimpin in front of his crazy sweet Ranger.” Rangers are so hot.

(via the soapbox.)

9:53 a.m.

5.14.01

Conversation with my three-year-old nephew, Trevor:

Me: What do pigs say?

Trevor:…ahh…. Oink! Oink!

M: What do dogs say?

T: Bark! Bark!

M: What do elephants say?

T:…aaah….prrrrrbt!

M: What do Trevors say?

T: PLEASE!

2:52 p.m.